What a way to start a long trip. I picked up the stomach flu that my family has been sharing, threw up for 24 hours, so I couldn't take my meds last yesterday or this morning, because they wouldjust upset my stomach again.

So at 6 AM, cranky as an old Ford, I got in the car and tried to find a position that was less than miserable. Stomach still had a boulder in it, and then EVERYTHING started hurting. Feet, hip radiating down legs, arms, hands. Headache. Just one big lump of I HURT.

About 10:00 the nausea was really fading, and I took a Vicodin. God Bless Vicodin. I made it to Los Cruces, New Mexico. Tomorrow we'll be in Phoenix. I have an appointment with my doctor Friday at 9:00 AM.

Saturday it's on to San Diego, San Clemente, etc. to find an apartment. Then back to Phoenix, and fly back to Dallas on the 21st.

Dennis is supposedly watching the dogs. I hope he put them into the garage, and didn't leave them in the family room. He walked them no later than 3, and won't be back there again until 10 AM tomorrow. My poor carpets. My poor back, if I have to shampoo everything.

Oh, right - my poor dogs.